Cat Pees Over Side of Box: Celeste's Problem

Hello Greyce,

Celeste

My photo says it all. I am lovely and quite beautiful. Frankly I bring joy to my folks - 2 adult humans with whom I live in a quiet household.  I am a 5-year-old spayed and declawed calico only-cat.


My problem is with my litter box(es). I sometimes pee over the side, rather than in the box. And this is bothering my folks.

Re-integrating Cat Friends at War: Lily and Misha

Dear Greyce,


We are lovely young cats, ages 1 and 2, who have been close friends since the younger (Misha) arrived at age 2 months. For the past few months our relationship has faltered badly.


It all began when Misha spent 2 days at the vet's being spayed. When she returned, I didn't recognize her; she smelled funny and wore a stocking (to prevent her from picking out her stitches). I was scared of her and became aggressive. She was scared by my behaviour. I'll spare you the details, Greyce, but it was awful.

Weaning a Kitten From Biting Humans: Sir Winnie's Story

Dear Greyce,


This must be your time to advise Siamese-cross cats, for I noticed that I'm not the only one of us to want your advice. My problem is that I bite people.

Introducing Kitten to Scared Cat: Nina and Asjas

Dear Greyce,

 I am a Thai look-alike (that's Applehead Siamese-cross in North American) of 8 years, spayed and of the female purrsuasion. From the time I was a kitten, I  developed an extremely strong bond with both Himself and Herself and have ruled a household in which Themselves have catered to my every whim. That was the life! However . . . those days are over! An interloper has arrived and I am at a loss about what to do.

Now I Wear A Dress: A New Elizabethan Cat Collar

Dear Friends,

As luck would have it, I had to have a lumpectomy to remove a suspicious-looking growth above my left flank. Now I have a shaved patch and a long incision closed up by staples. I do hope to regain my fur before the summer is over.

Now I Wear A Dress

Until I have my staples removed (in about 10 days) I have to wear a dress. It is a soft, fabric version of an Elizabethan collar.

Some of you might remember those horrid, hard plastic things that limited out vision so we bumped into furniture and make are whiskers unusable. They were miserable! My friend, Ben, calls them cones of shame.

Now, thank goodness, most times we can get away with this new kind. I call it a 'dress'. I have freer movement but cannot get at my incision. Themselves have to groom me because I cannot look after my furs.

I have mastered a new kind of walking by hopping up on each stair and then walking along its complete width before taking the next step. It takes time but it works.

Alas I am not allowed out to explore the front or back yard for fear I will get dirt in my wound. But I am camping out by the screen door in hopes that my sheer will can cause it to open.

I will keep you posted,
Greyce